It feels like it's been an eternity, but it's only been three days. Three days since our fight. Three days since we've last spoken. Three days since I've seen her face. This entire situation was my fault. I glanced over at her empty desk, and sighed. Shaking my head, I grabbed the phone, dialing her number. The only sound resonating from the other end was her answering machine. I placed my head in my hands. I could feel the darkness coming to the surface.

I heard footsteps, which caused my head to shoot up. My eyes scanned outside my office. Suddenly, even more heat was added to this already massive fire. It was him. Her newfound source of comfort. Her light. Her hero.

"Mister Queen. May I have a word?" Ray Palmer stood outside my door, a smug, but mellow expression plastered across his face. What a buffoon.

"Of course, Mister Palmer. What can I do for you?" I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to take him by his stupid blue tie and strangle him. It took everything I had not to yell at him for taking away my humanity.

"I know this is rather unprofessional of me, but I'm actually not here for business. I came to discuss Felicity." He shifted in his seat, acting almost as if he were uncomfortable around me. That makes two of us, kid. That makes two of us.

"What about Felicity?" I asked, knowing very well what the answer was. I crossed my arms, my grey suit crinkling in random places.

"She's been acting… differently, these past few days. Not herself." At that I wanted to scream. This guy doesn't know her. He hasn't saved her from dangerous situations. He hasn't watched her grow and blossom into a wonderful human being. He hasn't seen her work her way through struggles and difficult situations.

"I don't know why. She seemed fine a couple days ago." That lie slipped through my teeth like butter. I just sat there and watched him fidget; he kept playing with his tie, and crossing his legs, clearly uncomfortable with the subject of our current conversation. His demeanor almost made me laugh, but I suppressed it.

"Has she talked to you at all?" I tried reading his eyes. I tried seeing what she saw. Nothing. A blank canvas.

"Nope. No... She hasn't." Another lie. A smirk spread across my face. We sat there in silence yet again, just issuing looks of hatred. Finally, he was the one to get up, initiating the end of our conversation.

"If you see her, just… Tell her that I need to talk to her, okay?" He started to leave, picking up his expensive briefcase, straightening his tie and jacket. I released a pent up sigh as I got up. We shook hands, but mid-shake, I gave him a piece of advice, one that I hoped he would follow.

"I have contacts in high places, Mr. Palmer. If you hurt her, don't be alarmed when an arrow gets driven through your chest."

There was a slight look of fear that developed on his face. Briefly, however, for his expression quickly changed to one of anger. He walked out without another word.

I found her at the arrow cave. She was at her computer desk, typing away aimlessly, and furiously. I stood there, her back turned to me, for a while, making myself purposefully silent. After some time, she discovered my presence.

"I've been avoiding you for a reason." These words left her bright pink lips. They stung a little. I walked to one of the tables and leaned against it, crossing my arms in the process.

"We need to talk about this, Felicity. You can't keep acting like I don't exist." I watched as she got up, and just stood there, her back still turned to me. She was permeating a defensive exterior, but she also looked small. All I wanted was to take her in my arms and hug her senseless.

"We can't talk about this, Oliver. It's too late." I heard a small sigh come from her direction. She started playing with her ponytail. "Everything is just too damaged."

I hung my head, my entire body aching for her forgiveness. "You're special." It came out as, what I thought was, an incoherent mumble. Clearly not.

"What?" Felicity turned, her eyes wide through her black rimmed glasses.

I stood, my legs feeling shaky and weak. My heart was synced to her previous rapid typing. "You're. Special. Too special to be with someone like him." My hand went to her cheek, and surprisingly, she did not hesitate. She let me keep it there.

Her next words came out as a whisper. They were soft, but contained so much wonderment. "You shouldn't be mad at Ray."

Something set me off. I started pacing, all the held up emotions flooding to the surface. I was no longer feeling the need to suppress my words. "You don't get it, Felicity. It's INFURIATING. It's infuriating watching you two together, breathing the same air, touching, laughing at each other's jokes. I'm not afraid to say it anymore… but he's not good for you."

Her expression faltered. She appeared no longer as the sweet IT girl. She was now fueled, angered by my current revelation. "Not good for me? I'm the one making the choices here, Oliver. I made the choice that I did because you're pushing yourself away. You're the one who said you can't be with someone you could potentially care about because of your life. So be it, Oliver. SO BE IT." Tears were flooding down her delicate features.

After this moment, everything was intensified. Before I knew it, her lips where on mine, our bodies flowing with each other. Everything during this moment felt right. It felt right. I finally felt whole again, at least for the given moments that we were exchanging together.

I didn't care about her boyfriend. I could care less. All I cared about was her. Felicity Smoak. My partner, my hero… My light.